My Little Sister

There lives a girl named Aoibha

A clever, gifted writer

She has a sister, Lilly

A little ankle-biter

They’re always close together

They’re seldom far apart

They share all that they’re given

Some say, they share a heart

 

While Lilly Rose, she picks her nose

Miss Aoibha’s writing stories

With fish-hooks dangling, from their toes

They’re catching Johnny Dories

So if you’re feeling ‘iffy’

And not so full of ‘cheer’

You’ll feel a whole lot better

When you have your sister near

 

An early little riser

Lilly Lashes spins her stories

Her listening sister Aoibha

Hears her early morning glories

A love so pure and gentle

And a beauteous curious mind

With wondrous thoughts of exes and noughts

Let’s leave the world behind

 

Fly with me to the Moon, sis

Or a far off distant star

There’s no-one knows us better

Than the ‘soulful wills’ we are

So if you’re feeling ‘iffy’

And not so full of ‘cheer’

You’ll feel a whole lot better

‘Cos we’re sisters, far and near

 

 

For sisters everywhere . . .

There’s a very special bond between these two

and it’s beautiful to see . . .

An

 

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